but,
…Where is the future?
Su Mingan walked to the rooftop alone. He wanted to commit suicide to "take a break." Even he was about to give up, and the most tempting way he could think of was...
The heavy rain wet his hair. He looked at the lights of thousands of houses downstairs and took a step towards the rooftop, his eyes filled with loneliness like a quiet night.
“…”
A red umbrella was propped above his head.
"Where are you going?" Noel held an umbrella.
"An ideal country." said Su Mingan.
"Are you too tired?"
"Um."
"Today is Peace Festival, do you want to eat peace fruit?"
"Need not."
"There are still three days left, hold on."
"Um."
"Want an umbrella?"
"No."
A strange scene appeared for the audience. On the rooftop, Noel watched Su Mingan walk to the edge of the rooftop, but did not stop him from "suicide". Instead, he stood there quietly with an umbrella, took off his top hat, bowed, and saluted, like a calm farewell to a traveler going to a distant place.
"Good luck," he said softly.
Black dots fell in the rain,
Like a falling black crow, the laughter spread out, as free as the wind.
Lu Shu and Lu Meng, who were discussing things downstairs, turned their heads and saw the body smashed into the puddle, blood splattered all over the shoe. They stared at it blankly, their minds blank, and only after a moment did they recognize the smile on the flesh-and-blood face.
Blood was smeared under his body, like a pair of wings spread out behind his spine.
On the tall building, Noel threw down his red umbrella, like bidding farewell to a nightingale flying to the distant jungle.
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